A couple of weeks ago it was my birthday, and I turned 22 years old. That was the first birthday that I'd ever spent away from my family home, and the first birthday where I genuinely felt older. To me, 22 is a 'real' age. I may not be mature but I feel like an adult now. So I thought what better way to mark it than to do a post about some of the life lessons I think I've managed to learn in the past 22 years.
I curbed my scrolling addiction and kicked the bad habit of obsessing over likes, comments and follows; leaving my internet space to be nothing but a positive representation of what I like about my life. And I'm grateful for that.
I actually feel like kind of a bitch for even writing this because I’m sure the majority of you, if not 99% of you, are actually pretty decent people now. While this post is probably going to bash your former selves quite a bit, I don't mean any harm to your present selves. I genuinely hope you’re well.
I have always looked at TV shows and imagined that one day I’d have a sitcom-style group of friends (a mixture of genders, races and personalities of course) to sit in the same couch in a coffee shop or at the same bar each night. I have always clung to the idea of having friends… Continue reading On Friendship
I want to write a blog post about how I’ve grown up. I want to tell you all about how I walk around this town now without that awkward nervousness doing my grown up errands like food shopping and going to the bank. I keep telling myself that I’ll never be scared to do anything… Continue reading Grown Up